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In Iudea.
Psalme. Lxxvi.
I.H.
This Psalme setteth forthe the power of God and care for the defence of hys people in Ierusalem, in the destruction of the armie Senacherib: And exhorteth the faythfull to be thankefull for the same.
To
all that now in Iury dwell,
the Lorde is clerly knowen:
His name is great in Israell,
a people of his owne.
At Salem he his tents hath pighte,
to tary there a space:
In sion eke he hathe delyghte,
to make his dwellyng place.
the Lorde is clerly knowen:
His name is great in Israell,
a people of his owne.
At Salem he his tents hath pighte,
to tary there a space:
In sion eke he hathe delyghte,
to make his dwellyng place.
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And there he brake bothe shaft and bow
the sworde the speare and shilde:
And brake the ray to ouerthrowe,
in battell on the fielde.
Thou arte more worthy honour, Lord,
more mighte in thee dothe lye:
Then in the strongest of the worlde,
that rob on mountayes hye.
the sworde the speare and shilde:
And brake the ray to ouerthrowe,
in battell on the fielde.
Thou arte more worthy honour, Lord,
more mighte in thee dothe lye:
Then in the strongest of the worlde,
that rob on mountayes hye.
But now ye proud are spoyled through the
and they are fallen on sleepe:
Through men of warre no helpe can be
them selues they coulde not kepe.
At thy rebuke (O Iacobs God,
when thou doost them reprone:
As halfe in slepe theyr charets, stoode,
no horsman once doth moue.
and they are fallen on sleepe:
Through men of warre no helpe can be
them selues they coulde not kepe.
At thy rebuke (O Iacobs God,
when thou doost them reprone:
As halfe in slepe theyr charets, stoode,
no horsman once doth moue.
For thou arte fearfull Lorde in dede,
what man the corage hathe:
To bide thy sight and doth not dreede,
when thou art in thy wrath.
Whē thou dost make thy iudgmēts hard
from heauen through the grounde:
Then al the earth, full sore, afearde.
in silence shalbe founde.
what man the corage hathe:
To bide thy sight and doth not dreede,
when thou art in thy wrath.
Whē thou dost make thy iudgmēts hard
from heauen through the grounde:
Then al the earth, full sore, afearde.
in silence shalbe founde.
And that when thou O God dost stand
in iudgement for to speake:
To saue thafflicted of the lande,
on earth that are full weake,
The fury that in man doth raygne,
shall tourne vnto thy prayse:
Hereafter Lorde doo thou restrayne,
theyr wrath and threates alwayes,
in iudgement for to speake:
To saue thafflicted of the lande,
on earth that are full weake,
The fury that in man doth raygne,
shall tourne vnto thy prayse:
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theyr wrath and threates alwayes,
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